young man mad about...
there
they
are
all
in
one
place
im
Sommerfaire
the J'Accuse'd
from the
Brockenharz?
no
ducks
in
stools
hier
no steel machines
rendering up
all the
torn/untorn
(before we were born)
mines
supine
'til
on flesh
they
dine
Tilburg
(no-go for day-glo)
they
leach
out
the sun
thru
schooner
whiteclouds
bristles in the wind
(awnstruck)
pelts in the grass
we love them
no less
kill the pink
BREAK!
"we
are
gathered
here
toooooo-"
slip the
skins
of the
hers and shes
&
bump the
fists
of all
the
hes
luvvum
no less
shes
please
please
me
we'll kiss fair
we pinky swear
&
i'll
seek the keys
to some
heart-
mines
ono!
herfst komt!
a
handsome
woman,
sensibly
dressed
arrives
&
cackles
&
blurts out
her
sere
black
tongue
hikes up
her
skirt
woven of
dead
frozen
leaves,
reedy
grass
&
acorn
caps
& w/ a
cold
blast
from her
poon
flurries the fields
clean
of the
fiery awns!
drives them
all
all
all
away!
&
that fucky
fucky
old
sun
just
(ughhnn!)
laaauughs
DB/10.2021
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